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Detective Vasco's Memoires, June 12th, Year 7912

It had been too long since I've had a case. Oh, wait.. Mira Franklin? That girl? Right probably should explain, but due to certain circumstances, I had a few segments of my Memoire inputted into this little 'guide'.  

Guide is probably not an accurate word for this thing. It reads like a Light Novel to me.. and I have no way in hell of knowing whether other people like Mira will end up in the exact situations.. so.. not like it'll give them the ropes.. but that's just my opinion. 

So for those of you reading this for the first time from Mira's book, I am Vasco Scaleman.. Saurian Detective for the Formonde Police Department. This is regarding the case I worked involving Mira Franklin, and I have to say it was the start to our relationship.. however rocky it may be. It was also the time I met my partner, who I have to admit, I found a little annoying to work with at first. 

If I remember reading Mira's notes correctly when she showed me the manuscript for the second volume, we're picking up right after we had our little confrontation in the Careless Chimera.  

Well I hated to admit it.. but the gal's guts kinda impressed me. I ain't the most pleasant lizard to look at. If ya took away my dashing cool coat, and looked at my arms, you'd see rippling muscles, tough armored scales, and not to mention my tail could probably decapitate a hippo.. hell I've actually done that on a few occasions.. with just the tail.. 

But of course, like the Boss Eleanor said.. I've got temper problems.. problems I'm still working on .

Anyways, after the little confrontation with Mira, I found myself sitting at the Careless Chimera's Private VIP Bar.. 

As usual, the Boss was buying, and that always suited me fine. This damn job doesn't pay enough, especially given the stupid work hours.. There's just not enough coffee in the world for this. 

The VIP bar was nice. Designed specifically for those who could hold their drink. Typical mahogany countertop.. high round chairs.. and a shelf behind the barkeep counter that held nearly every type of alcohol from around the world

They say the Kyatt Sisters had a pops who traveled all over, with one specific delicacy in mind.. Ice.. cold... beer... bourban... wines... basically alcohol. Without his particular know how.. this sweet spot of heaven would not be possible. 

"Two Elven Reefs." I said, smacking the counter with a hand.  "I need something strong after that encounter.."

"You like her.." said Eleanor with a smirk. "Don't deny it.."

"You don't know what you're talkin' about.." I growled as one of the cat eared waitresses set down our drinks in front of us in the form of large tankards, ( Libby Kyatt I think.. can't tell dem sisters apart, too many of em..).

I took a large chug of my beer. Delicious, but not enough to make me woozy.. Saurians never get drunk easily..  damn sad, yet also damn advantageous.. depends on your perspective. 

"I hope she didn' do it.. "I grunted finally. "I mean.. it's quite a possible motive.. if she's got the entire Terrorist Demonic group backing her.. but.."

"You don't think she seems like the type.." said Eleanor. "I've known Mira for a bit Vasco.. I visited her in the hospital during the darker parts of her depression.. "

"Tsk.. I do my job.. I investigate.. it's what I do." I said. "I can't just go around doing something solely based on my gut."

"HA! That's rich.. says the detective who does EVERYTHING on his gut." said Eleanor, her cat ears twitched with amusement. 

"But then there's this stupid story about a fairy." I growled.  "That she blames for every bad turn in her life. I mean I admit, her life's had a lot of bad turns.. but-.."